gondolindrim | I find out what the devil is. That's the big thing here.

Decided to end my day with some time with my cousin Finrod.

Turgon: *sitting at a bench on the walls, waiting for Finrod*

Finrod: *comes up* Hey!

Turgon: You DID get my message!

Finrod: Of course I did!

Turgon: Come on, it's almost sunset. *stands up and leans on the edge of the wall, where you can see over the fields and to the mountains*

Finrod: What do you have in mind?

Turgon: I'm not sure. I just needed some non-work stuff to do and you were a good choice.
Turgon: And I thought I'd show you a nice view to start.

Finrod: Oh. *grins* Well, I like non-work stuff. And nice views. *which is admittedly very lovely*

Turgon: I don't come up here enough. I think it's the stairs.

Finrod: *teasing* Getting fat?

Turgon: I'm as fit as a fiddle! I'm not Salgant.

Finrod: *laughs* True. Thank goodness.

Turgon: *looks down at the lake* You're not lonely out in that apartment by yourself?

Finrod: Occasionally. I've been so busy lately I just eat and sleep when I get back.

Turgon: Why didn't you stay in the palace?

Finrod: *shrugs* I was curious! I thought there might be interesting people at the apartments. *sheepish grin*

Turgon: Besides the increased chances of me waking you up in the middle of the night with a brilliant idea.
Turgon: Has that worked out?

Finrod: Well, you did succeed in waking me up in the middle of the night... But honestly, not really. I hardly see any of them except in passing.

Turgon: Well, you know what I suggest then.

Finrod: You miss me that much, hmm?

Turgon: Terribly.
Turgon: And easier to fob off babysitting my nephew on someone...

Finrod: Maybe I will move back to the palace, then.
Finrod: Then again, maybe not. *teasing grin*

Turgon: He's terribly cute.

Finrod: *nods* How is Irisse?

Turgon: She's good! She likes it here, and she's even happy to see that ass Celegorm.

Finrod: There's no accounting for taste, I suppose. *distasteful tone himself*

Turgon: I told her about him kidnapping Luthien. She wouldn't believe me.

Finrod: And he's always been an ass.

Turgon: YES. I wonder if we could accidentally push him over.

Finrod: *grins* Into the lake?

Turgon: I'm sure he's a good enough swimmer to get out before anything gets him. *grins*

Finrod: Maybe his flailing will attract predators.

Turgon: I see absolutely nothing that could go wrong with this. I mean, I bet he'd survive the fall, right?
Turgon: He's too much of an ass to die that easy.

Finrod: True. Unfortunately. *though a tiny part of him worries that Turgon might be serious*

Turgon: *really is completely joking, except for the suspicion that Celegorm IS too much of an ass to die easy* The water looks beautiful from up here. So blue.

Finrod: This is a beautiful place.

Turgon: Mhm. If it wasn't for the fragility of our survival, I think I'd be very happy here.

Water: *dark shadow the size of a boat goes by*

Finrod: How did you find it?

Turgon: Ulmo showed me.

Finrod: *nods* I did read that.

Turgon: *happy sigh as he watches the sunset*

Finrod: *leans on his elbows* You do sleep, right?

Turgon: Sometimes!
Turgon: What have you been up to? I think I took the human out on a date.

Finrod: Working with Ecthelion on the investigations. And I come to councils occasionally, if you haven't noticed. *grins* You did? Tell me.

Turgon: I have noticed! I also noticed you leaving with Luthien. And I took her out to release Idril2 into the wild. It was very touching.

Finrod: Poor Idril2...*though not at all disappointed to see the...crab go* Yes, Luthien and I have been trying the various new types of food.

Turgon: Isn't that fun? I try to do that with the meetings with Lio that we had before things got busy. And I miss her already, but I needed that area to keep Maeglin in.

Finrod: I suppose your nephew IS more important. Why don't you go out with Lio anymore? He needs a break.

Turgon: Ah, he's busy, between the murder and Celegorm...

Finrod: *disgusted noise* Celegorm. Are we the only two who properly dislike him?

Turgon: He does seem to be charming everyone.

Finrod: Good thing you and I see through him.

Turgon: That's because he does nothing BUT show his true colours at us.

Finrod: Too true.

Turgon: Well, it's getting dark now. Time to make our way down lengths of steps and try not to fall.
Turgon: The architect said they'd look majestic.

Finrod: They do look majestic. I'll catch you if you fall. Maybe. You're heavy.

Turgon: We'll end up rolling the whole way down.

Finrod: *laughs* Most likely. So don't fall.

Turgon: *makes his way down, as the lights start being lit*

Finrod: If you arrange rooms for me, I'll move to the palace.

Turgon: It's a deal. I promise not to include Idril2's sister, if I find one.

Finrod: *grins* Thanks. And good, that would be a dealbreaker.

Turgon: *debating getting a porcelain one made*

Finrod: *could handle a model one, but the real thing was creepy*

Turgon: So. What's it like helping out Lio? *gets off the stairs onto the street*

Finrod: Busy. Stressful. *walking along beside him*

Turgon: Oh, is he being hard on you?

Finrod: Not hard on me, no. Just, with no breakthroughs on the murder cases...it's stressful, trying to find links where there seem to be none.

Turgon: Maybe we'll get lucky, get kidnapped tonight, and solve it ourselves.

Finrod: *smacks* Don't say things like that!

Turgon: That's how it happens in the mystery novels!

Finrod: *laughs* In novels maybe!

Maglor: *ahead, playing harp by one of the fountains*

Turgon: Do you hear music?

Finrod: *pauses to listen* I do!

Turgon: *follows it*

Finrod: *follows too*

Turgon: Ah, it's a wild Maglor out of his natural habitat.

Finrod: *chuckles* What? If there's music, that IS his natural habitat...

Maglor: *looks up at the sound of familiar voices and his name* Hello, cousins.

Turgon: Hello, Maglor. *sits down beside* What's that song?

Maglor: Just a new one I've been tweaking. Haven't named it yet. How are you?

Finrod: *sits on Turgon's other side*

Turgon: Good. We're good. We were just up on the wall.

Maglor: *continues idly plucking the harp* Oh? That must be nice, at sundown.

Finrod: *nods* Yes. It's lovely.

Turgon: Poor Finrod's been neglected, so I'm showing him a good time.

Maglor: *grins* Neglected hmm? You should take more care with your hospitality, Turgon. *kidding*

Turgon: I should. The care and feeding of Finrod is a huge responsibility.

Maglor: *laughs*

Finrod: *gives Turgon a longsuffering but amused look* You're the one who locks yourself away working.

Turgon: Hush, I can handle it.

Finrod: Of course, of course...

Maglor: Of course you can, cousin.

Turgon: I am at my best when secluded with paper.

Finrod: That is true.

Turgon: And you have the means to get me out, just use Gel. I think he's using me like a puppet with his schedule book.

Maglor: That is always a possibility.

Turgon: I notice every time my daughter harasses him, my lunch break gets smaller or further away.

Maglor: *grins* Your daughter harasses him?

Finrod: I haven't even seen Idril!

Turgon: She finds him very enchanting.

Maglor: *amused* Oh dear.

Turgon: And I'm basically offering him up as a sacrifice to keep her out of her room.

Maglor: *laughs* Turgon, you're wicked...

Turgon: It'll be a good learning experience for him? I don't know.

Finrod: *arches an eyebrow*

Turgon: Sometimes a secretary has to go through some minor traumas. Admittedly, my last one quit in a fit of sobs and became a farmer.

Maglor: *arches an eyebrow* Don't deplete your supply!

Turgon: He's tough! He's had to face worse than pretty girls wanting to spend time with him.

Maglor: *laughs* Well, I hope!

Finrod: You'd better hope, Turu!

Turgon: It's not like it's Celegorm going after him and me standing idly by.

Finrod: Thank eru.

Maglor: Oh, Turu.

Turgon: What? I listed the first male relative I thought of. I could have said you.

Maglor: Well, naturally I wouldn't be a trial.

Turgon: Don't start pursuing my secretary.
Turgon: He's too innocent for a Feanorian.

Maglor: Ah, well. My preferences lie elsewhere.

Turgon: Oh? Dwarves? I hear Finrod has a dwarf wife, I saw it in the histories about him. *planted the papers himself and annoyed Finrod hasn't seemed to find them yet*

Maglor: Psh, hardly anything so exotic!

Finrod: What! *punches Turgon* You ass.

Turgon: It's true!
Turgon: Apparently she had a flowing beard of gold.

Finrod: It is not!

Turgon: Look it up!

Maglor: *arches an eyebrow at Turgon*

Turgon: *straight face*

Maglor: You ARE wicked.

Turgon: I'm a saint. And you should be kinder, you are now my much much much elder and need to show me guidance.

Finrod: So mean.

Maglor: Oh, right, naturally.

Turgon: Maybe she'll show up here and you can have a stirring romance.

Finrod: I could keep my apartment, you know...

Turgon: Nooo. Who will I talk to at three am? Lio's house is so far away.

Finrod: *shrugs* Not my problem...

Maglor: *amused*

Turgon: *wraps his arms around Finrod's shoulders looking sad*

Finrod: *warns* Don't be mean to me...

Turgon: *kisses his cheek*
Turgon: I will be the best cousin.

Maglor: Yes, Turgon, you're older, you should be kinder to Finrod.

Finrod: Good.

Turgon: I am so kind. Didn't I show you a nice time tonight? Didn't we gossip meanly?

Finrod: We did...

Turgon: We really bonded.

Maglor: That's good to know...

Turgon: Has your father been planning a coup? *conversationally to Maglor*

Maglor: *groans* Not that I know of! So I hope not.

Turgon: I will reward you with even more instruments if you talk him out of it if it comes up.

Maglor: Deal.

Turgon: Good man. I knew I liked you underneath the hatred for a reason. *pulls out a coin and tosses it into the fountain* I'm told you can make wishes this way.

Finrod: *still struggling with the whole "Feanor (supposedly) isn't crazy now" thing*

Maglor: I've heard that too. Wish for something good.

Turgon: I'm wishing to be able to forgive easier. *throws in a second coin* Also for Celegorm to fall down the stairs.

Finrod: *tries not to laugh*

Maglor: Oh, now that's not very kind...

Turgon: Covering my bases. *offers Finrod and Maglor coins* For your wishes.

Maglor: Thanks. *thinks a moment before flipping it in*

Turgon: What's your wish?

Maglor: I've heard if I tell, it won't come true. *cheeky wink*

Turgon: But then I'll never get around to forgiving people!

Maglor: Well, we'll hold you to that one. But I'm sorry about Celegorm.

Turgon: I could push him, I guess. Make my own path in this world.

Maglor: I have also heard that a real man makes his own luck. But please no attempting to kill my brother, no matter how obnoxious he gets.

Finrod: *tosses his coin in*

Turgon: Well, since you asked nicely.
Turgon: He HAS been doing excellent hunting work.

Maglor: Thank you. Yes, he is exceptional at that. Good to keep him busy.

Turgon: Do you need me to find you work too?

Maglor: Why, something you need?

Turgon: Idle hands are something something's plaything.

Maglor: *supplies* The devil's plaything. But my hands are hardly idle. *strum*

Turgon: What's the devil?

Maglor: *explains*

Finrod: *intrigued*

Turgon: So like Melkor, but a lot more... not actually there?

Maglor: Right.

Turgon: I mean, I've seen Melkor.
Turgon: And he doesn't whisper in my ear. Although I may be seeing 'Melkor' more. The human I told you about, Finrod, her foster daughter thinks she's Melkor. The little girl I saw at the house of healing that was terrified of elves.

Finrod: *arches an eyebrow skeptically*

Maglor: *nods* I can't say anyone's ever seen the devil.

Turgon: I do like the idea of having someone to blame for the things I suggest.

Maglor: *arches an eyebrow* The devil made you do it?

Turgon: It did indeed. The devil made me tell Lio I'd lost Idril2 around his house.

Finrod: Turu!

Turgon: Her last hurrah!

Maglor: I think perhaps you are the devil.

Turgon: But I'm not red.

Maglor: That's just a myth.

Turgon: The devil is startling handsome, then.

Finrod: *longsuffering eyeroll*

Maglor: *chuckles* Oh, is he indeed?

Turgon: Yes *pretends to toss his hair*

Finrod: How is it you don't become known as the vain?

Turgon: Because I'm really smart too.
Turgon: I've got it all.

Finrod: Indeed...

Turgon: This is a much better setting than my gloomy and cranky muttering that I was in before you showed up.

Finrod: That I totally believe.

Turgon: I'm glad you came.

Finrod: Me too.

Turgon: ...and it's good to see you too, Maglor. *shoulderpat*

Maglor: *grins* Whatever, cousin.

I find out what the devil is. That's the big thing here.

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